<aside> ⌚ 5 mins
<aside> 🖊️ Feb 2021
<aside> 🔧 Feb 2021
You are responsible for your actions.
This principle seems simple enough. Yet, it can also be so esoteric that I often get shot down every time I bring it up.
Every individual is responsible for the consequences of their actions. Good consequences (yay!) AND adverse consequences (boo ...).
As I said - seems simple, right?
I bust my ass, eat healthy and workout, start a business, eventually find the girl of my dreams ... I did that. I made it happen. Go me. The CEO of Team Awesome strikes up another victory on the chessboard of life.
Yet, to quote my favourite Al Pacino movie (Heat, if you couldn't guess) - there's a flip side to that coin.
Let's say I get fired, my business folds, and my girlfriend leaves me.
Screw my boss, I'm better than him. The market beat down my business, it's not my fault. My girlfriend cheated on me - that disloyal sod never showed me respect.
Hang on a second ...
So, we're all happy to party like it's on sale for $19.99 when we're winning. But when the music stops and the party's over, you won't hang around to clean up your mess? And yet you still think you're an intelligent human being?
Now I'm no expert, but sirens and alarms are going off on Mt Olympus every time I hear this steaming pile of hypocrisy.
And hey, I'm not immune to it either.
When the music stops, that little whiney voice in my head cries out "it's not my fault!" too. But then the ferocious bark of my section corporal at Kapooka lunges in for the kill.
"OWN YOUR SHIT, RECRUIT DYMOCK!"
So, my boss fired me? "The injustice of it all", whiney Tony cries. No, I spent too much time on Instagram, ogling cat photos, browsing up and down looking for my next hit of dopamine. That's on me, my boss did the right thing.
So, I built my business on Instagram, and their new algorithm brought my income to nothing. "The depravity", baby Tony murmurs to himself. No, own it. I constructed my fortress inside someone else's moat. Can't blame them for burning the drawbridge.
My girlfriend left me for Channing Tatum. "My arms are bigger than his ..." wounded Tony sobs into his pillow. No, it just wasn't right. It didn't serve either of us. Time to move on.
What's that you're crying about? "But it's out of my control, I couldn't do anything!" That may be the case. The Gods dealt you a bad hand. But if you choose to seek solace at the bottom of a bottle or the inside of a little baggie, that's on you. Don't cry that life's holding you back. You make your own choices.
Winners own the consequences, for better or worse.